Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, I'm enjoying this. Don't bother.

And it's just possible that a certain live Penguin...

and Bumbershoot again trying to challenge. Parasol is third.

"Will pay top prices. Mr. A. L. Fredd."

Yes, this is A.L. Fredd.

Gosh, yes, she'd be great.

"Wanted. For private collections."

Iron Marshmallow in the big race.

She also happens to know Bruce Wayne, who knows Batman...

I'm so glad you hijacked Wally Bootmaker.

As head of the library's board of trustees, he'd be upset at the loss of a rare item.

But the big bet, Sammy, is Parasol.

When you're now out $10,000 to that pompous purloiner?

I'll get another jockey to ride Parasol.

- You too, Lulu Schultz. - Lulu Schultz?

NARRATOR". But as the horses come out on the track, what's this?

We got the 10 grand, Pengy. Why ruffle your feathers?

Here comes Waynebeau to Bumbershoot. It's Bumbershoot still in front.

- What's that, the racing news? - No, this is the Saturday review of folios.

Doesn't it, though?

I feel we're one step closer, Dick.

I don't know if Mr. Wayne is here or...

Bruce, let me ride Waynebeau. I'm light enough.

He is fiendishly evil, the most dangerous kind of fraud.

I suspected he might make this move and I prepared a counter one.

I thought you should know.

A darling Spanish boy.

- I don't care how, just get rid of him. - Right, Penguin.

- I better go make my bet. - Yeah.

We should try to find her and thank her.

Apparently Alfred didn't hear the telephone. What can I do for you, Ms. Gordon?

Your favorite librarian would love it. Just let me freshen up a little bit.